Tell me whatchu need, bitch you know a young nigga got
Pills to the weed, Poppy Street, niggas 'bout that profit
I'm the dopeman, out here servin' dope to nigga's mommas
I'm the dopeman, tell me whatchu need, I got that

I don't need a gun just to melt a nigga brain
I could pull up to the slums with a quarter ki of 'Caine
I'm the dopeman, I'm the dopeman
I can get you high, baby I don't need a plane
You should hurry up and buy 'cause we sellin' everything
I'm the dopeman, I'm the dopeman, get with the program
Get with the program

Alright, alright, alright, we gonna do it just like this!
I need a kilo of everything you mufuckin' got, we tryin' to sell it all!
Crack, coke

Spend the summer days sellin' hay
Spend the summer nights sellin' white
Feds settin' traps on the A
Yams had the Act' in the ice
Alright, tryna make a dollar bill
Don't hide, pay me mine and getcha mama killed
Whatchu need, whatchu got? Makin' plays
'Til I'm laid in the grave, gettin' paid

I don't need a gun (gun!) Just to melt a nigga brain nigga (brain!)
I could pull up to the slums (slums!) With a quarter ki of 'Caine ('Caine!)
I'm the dopeman (Dope, I'm that man!)
I'm the dopeman (Dope, I'm that man!)
I can get you high (high!), Baby I don't need a plane (plane!)
You should hurry up and buy (buy!) 'Cause we sellin' everything (everything!)
I'm the dopeman (I'm the dope, I'm the man!)
I'm the dopeman, get with the program (I'm the dope, I'm the man!)
Get with the program

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Writer(s): Ernest Wilson, Joey Vercher, Vince Staples